I hereby arm myself for today with coffee and the willingness to be wrong.
I feel small; but so are stars from a distance.
If we end up showering with you, we’re most likely not thinking about you. This might come as a surprise, but gay men don’t want to have sex with everyone we meet. Sometimes you’re not cute and sometimes you just have a shitty personality that gives us permanent whiskey dick. Even if you are attractive, put together, nice to your mother and you can pick out a tie that matches your shirt, we still don’t want you. New gays are coming out of the woodwork every day. During the writing of this article, five more gay people probably came out, including two more members of *NSYNC (but never the ones you’d hope). We have a lot of options on the menu, and we don’t really need to order out if we know we’re just going to regret it anyway. We have more self-respect than that.
We love you, straight guys. We really do. Without straight men, we wouldn’t exist, and we do wish you well in all of your coital endeavors. But please, stop thinking about us thinking about you in the showers, because 14 percent of you think about us more than we ever think about you. We’re flattered that you’re so interested in us, but it’s never gonna happen — and all the attention is getting kinda creepy.
Straight men are obsessed with worrying about who’s thinking about them naked. Which is nobody. As T-Pain said: ”If you’re not attractive to straight women, you’re probably not attractive to gay men. You can unclench now.”(via thebicker)
Listen to me closely now: The people who dare to ask for an expansive, life-altering love, who will be alone rather than settle for less, are the ones who find it. People who accept less, who figure they don’t deserve any better, who figure that it’s too much of a risk to tell the truth and scare men off, are the ones who live with a constant feeling of disappointment and neglect. When you neglect yourself and your feelings, you get neglected by others, too.
Stand up for yourself. Stand up for what you want. Does that make you That Girl?
Then BE. THAT. GIRL.
Because That Girl is a shining beacon to the rest of us. That Girl doesn’t play along and call herself whatever some dude is calling her, whether it’s “pal” or “that chick I’m sleeping with” or “her, over there.” That Girl doesn’t sit through drifty, disconnected conversations with men who can’t show up. That Girl doesn’t care if you think she’s attractive or appropriate or easy to be around or not. She’s not caught up in some dude’s love affair—with himself, with his stuff, with his fantasy of how easy and sexy and mysterious True Love will be when he finally finds it, just like a porn flick starring him with a soundtrack by The Shins. That Girl is willing to risk his disapproval for the sake of her own happiness.
Fuck the critics. Fuck the onlookers. Fuck this cold, disapproving world, that doesn’t like That Girl or really any fucking girl at all, when it boils right down to it. BE THAT GIRL.